Huh huh...
A breeze blew past, tousling the blind woman's hair, and that's when Wu Hong caught sight of an astonishingly beautiful face.
How could one describe it? Cold beauty, mesmerizing, yet marred by her blind eyes.
It was as though on an exquisite painting, a drop of ink had fallen, ruining half of it.
Nevertheless, she still dazzled Wu Hong.
At that moment, Wu Hong froze.
Normally, once Wu Hong had grabbed both of his opponent's hands, he would lean forward, pressing against the opponent. With just a bit of force, a snap would be heard, and he could have torn apart the opponent's arm tendons, rendering them useless.
It was an extremely vicious move.
But now, Wu Hong stopped mid-move, his hands clamped around the blind woman's hands, his body pressing down hard on her.
Their mouths were just a centimeter apart, each breath distinctly felt by the other.
Wu Hong's chest was pressed against the blind woman's chest, their bodies in an ambiguously suggestive pose.
